[Name: Quinlan Noir]
[Race: Primordial]
[Title: -]
[Primordial Level: 6. XP 265/371]
[Primary Class: Assassin lvl 6]
[Secondary Classes:
– Slave Master lvl 5
– Warrior lvl 7
– Thief lvl 2]
[Vitality: 26]
[Strength: 22] freēwēbηovel.c૦m
[Agility: 25]
[Intelligence: 15]
[Wisdom: 15]
[Unused Skill Points: 10]
[Unused Attribute Points: 0]
For good measure I summon the primordial race’s description;
[Primordial: A unique race that is said to be the predecessor of all races and is the undisputed king of adaptability. Gain three additional class slots and each class gains experience at 3x rate. Only the Primary Class gives attribute bonuses. Gain stat ‘Primordial Level’ which also receives the 3x increased growth rate. Increase ‘Primordial Level’ to gain Skill and Attribute Points.
Gain the ability to swap classes in and out by a simple thought.]
As the status window materializes before Ayame’s eyes, she gasps with surprise, which probably means that summoning one’s status for others to see is another one of my unique quirks. I guess I really do have a lot of special things up my sleeve despite me being a newcomer and a weak combatant- for now.
As she begins reading over them her sharp features show a mix of confusion and astonishment. She takes a step back, her hand instinctively gripping the hilt of her sword as if seeking some kind of grounding comfort. For a moment, she seems on the verge of speaking, but no words come out. Instead, her mouth hangs open in silent shock.
Then, as if she had experienced some serious jet lag, Ayame’s entire body stiffens. Her usually composed demeanor shatters, and she is utterly frozen with disbelief. Her golden eyes scan the information displayed, pupils dilating as if struggling to comprehend the impossibility before her.
Her breathing becomes shallow and rapid, each breath hitching in her throat as though she’s been hit with a physical blow.
Her knees begin to wobble, and she reaches out, resting her body on the nearby wall for support. It looks like she might faint. The color drains from her face, replaced by a pale, almost ghostly hue. She blinks rapidly, trying to bring her scattered thoughts back into focus.
“Ayame, are you alright?” I ask, my voice tinged with concern. I didn’t expect this big of a reaction, to be honest. I reach my hand out to support her, which she accepts.
She manages a slow nod, but her eyes remain glued to the status window. “This… this can’t be real,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I thought… no one could…”
Finally, she tears her gaze away from the glowing screen and looks at me, her expression a mixture of awe and bewilderment. “Quinlan, just what are you?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly. “How… how is this even possible?”
I move closer and whisper my rather curt answer into her ear, ensuring that no one hears us. “I’m an otherworlder, if you have that term here that is. For whatever reason, which I’m not privy to, I was brought to this world four days ago. Before that I was a completely ordinary human, but during the process I got transformed into this strange race.”
She gawks at me like I’m a mental asylum patient but the evidence is right in front of her. “If I didn’t know you I would certainly not believe you, but I don’t think you would joke or lie to me like this…” Ayame relaxes slightly and begins pondering the implications of the new revelation.
“I’ve only heard of this race once before, but that was a legend about a man thousands of years ago… I believe that it’s safe to assume that, at least on this continent, you are the only primordial… Unless others are also hiding just like you are. As for the term ‘otherworlder’, I understand what you mean with it, but I’ve not heard of anyone else coming here from an entirely different world…”
“I see…. So people barely know anything about this race?” I inquire.
“Yes. I was brought up to be a duchess, so I know much more than the average citizen and even noble, and I only heard that name once, in an old, obscure tale. I don’t think many people would recognize it.”
“Hmm… So we can’t do much about it for now. Let’s focus on gearing up.”
I suggest to which she simply nods. It’s clear she wishes to discuss it more but there’s not much else I can offer to tell her. I’m just as lost about why or how I’m here as she is.
Ayame tries the Gilded Warlord Set on after calling the employee and asking for permission. I have to show that I have enough coins to buy it beforehand, but after I do so she is allowed into the changing room.
The cost of this armor set is 50 silver coins. It’s a lot of money, especially for an armor that has no imbued skills in it, but its rarity explains why the price is so high. At this rarity it should have some innate magical defensive properties according to Ayame, which means that it’s sturdier than it physically appears should be.
While she is trying it on I begin walking around the shop. I see some eye bulging items that are worth multiple gold coins, but there are no Epic rarity or above items on display. The increased price compared to Ayame’s samurai set comes from their imbued skills or spells. Another observation I’ve made is that items with Common rarity are much, much cheaper than Rare.
About 80% cheaper, in fact, even if they have spells imbued in them. Furthermore Rare items are not only sturdier in general, but are also much more fashionable and each have an extravagant flavor with decorations, horns, engraved gems and such.
After walking around for a few minutes I find it.
The armor on the mannequin is an imposing ensemble, combining both protection and agility. The hooded cloak drapes over the shoulders, adding an air of mystery while concealing the wearer’s identity. The chest plate is crafted from a dark, polished metal, adorned with intricate engravings that suggest both elegance and durability.
The pauldrons are broad, offering significant protection to the shoulders while maintaining a sleek design that does not hinder movement.
The vambraces and greaves are meticulously designed, fitting snugly around the forearms and shins. These pieces feature additional decorative engravings that match the chest plate, creating a cohesive look.
The gloves and boots are reinforced yet flexible, ensuring the wearer retains dexterity and speed. The overall design of the armor suggests a balance between a knight’s fortification and a rogue’s mobility, making it suitable for a warrior who values both defense and stealth.
In summary, this armor strikes a formidable silhouette, exuding an aura of dark elegance and lethal efficiency, perfect for a shadowy figure operating on the fringes of both combat and subterfuge.
[Veiled Warrior Set]
[Rarity: Rare]
[Set Skills: Empty]
Sadly it also has a high price tag of 40 silver coins. Perhaps Ayame’s is more expensive by 10 silver coins because it was imported from another duchy or because of its golden engravings. Luckily we can afford both this and Ayame’s set, but afterwards we will be back to being loyal members of the empty pouch gang.
I rush into another dressing room next to Ayame’s and begin to change.
